[ Piling Molly's clothes under an arm, he leaves without another word and quietly shuts the door. One of the maids in the hall catches sight of him and takes the clothes for laundering, asking if he needs anything which he declines, heading downstairs to the main floor where breakfast is just starting to be served to the other earlybirds. A platter of fruit and bacon is made for Molly, the same scarfed on the spot as Fjord's insides gurgle loudly, and he returns to Molly's room with it and a fresh jug of water. ]
If you eat, you'll feel better. They're washing your clothes now, by the way.
[ He sets the plate down on the bedside table, swaying a little. Maybe he ought to return to his own bed and drink some water ... ]
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If you eat, you'll feel better. They're washing your clothes now, by the way.
[ He sets the plate down on the bedside table, swaying a little. Maybe he ought to return to his own bed and drink some water ... ]